Lyrics:
got a lot of
Whoa - shit
Made her cum three times, got to get up out the door - shit
Oh shit - daddy chill
Now I'm running out her room, wear no sock,
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I
around and get ape
Top down,slipped on co-run they none
Every (cisscrack) cane ain't no fun
Black cop white cop
Fuck the colour of skin make sure he
Man]
Red life, green light, one two three
Ain't no hope in stoppin' me, we ain't got no pot to pea
Mr. Mef, Roni Size, shady eye with lazy eye
Crazy
tirents arteries or introduce the light
and no, i cannot cope' unless i see it in my scope
fallen to your knees and that red mist leaves ur throat
side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this
Three a.m. the only time that I can hear myself
choking green by the pound
[Frayser Boy]
I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this
Make the heat spit Leave em speechless
You don't won't no beef trick
neck when the mood's right
Only me and you know with no headlines
Explosive colours got me feeling just like tie-dye
She's my angel
Come here angel
I
side
I need you by my side
I need you by my
S-i-i-S-i-i-iii-i
S-i-i-S-i-i-iii-i
Need you by my
S-i-i-S-i-i-iii-i
S-i-i-S-i-i-iii-i
Need you by my...
can ... I can ... handle it.
Woman: Oh, no, Johnny, no...
[interlude]
Frankie: The cops are outside. Luke's in the car. Come on, let's get the hell
stoned Scoob? (Raggy! Zoinks!)
No I just want to be alone
Dude!
Am I old school
In a boomer's tool
In a box behind a lock
Passcode stands for fuck!
CDs are
drift or draw;
In muskeg hollow or canyon gloom, by avalanche, fang or claw;
By battle, murder or sudden wealth, by pestilence, hooch or lead
I swore
bled
We'd only see red
My truth be told
We've spent these years so agitated
I think we're ready to blow
I guess if all the colours bled
I think we'd
signals
I'm an emphatic
Colour shifting my surface
Is fascinating
Not so with my inner side
Where there's no light
Now take me down from here
Please make
colour left
You paint by numbers
You paint by numbers
You do everything all at the right time
You paint by numbers
You paint by numbers
Standing, I
long nights
I'm that pretty boy with a bad bitch appetite
Pretty boy twenty-four-seven three six five
Let's ride
Let's ride
Let's ride
Let's ride
She's
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
from?)
No time to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you
The third
the lanes
With that check by my side(dat bag)
Vision stay blurred
I don't see red lights(I don't)
Dreams of foreign whips(whips)
Growing up i had a little
commettie
Robbery, then vanity
N3 gama do enyanyagey kpor
Wo thojikuu wo thojikuu
Bloody things no sorries
We go drop one by one
And no sorries
Y33y3
Y33y3
you be by my side
Won't you be by my side
Won't you be by my side
Won't you
My side
You gon' take Ls before you could smile
I was rippin' up the sheets
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I
Three in the morning I'm waisting around
I ain't found peace up on this side of town
Big boy dreams be the king with a crown
Red light, red light we
ball my clammy hands into fists by my sides
Every step I take, I can hear an echo
I glance around and realise it's me
It's my shoes they clatter across
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